Adorned ceiling hops, rain down on me,
as a guy tunes his guitar, in drop D,
so let these tunes and ales; congeal,
to make our escape, to make us feel,
it doesn’t really matter, of their skill,
each and every turn, is a thrill,
be it overplayed cover, or original,
they’re played with heart, so amiable,
thus, community’s reborn, in a pub,
tearing away differences, a good snub,
to those frivolities, that make a mess,
what’s that? Dear Andy’s next,
playing with his customary slide,
of which, when listened, you can confide,
in Steph, Stu, or whoever plays,
that keeps life’s stresses at bay,
for doors, via choices, that are locked,
surely with solace, can be unblocked,
so be still, enjoy, and do not envy,
on the night, that offers, a mic for many.